The White Box - Sex Stories

The White Box

... probably with that young secretary you hired.” “Rita? You’ve got to be kidding. She’s engaged and even if she wasn’t I’d have no interest in her.” “I totally expected you to say all those things. I would if I was cheating, but I know how to get the truth.” She walked over to a small table on the other side of the room, returning with a small white box. It was about eight inches long, four wide and an inch and a half deep. There were two long wing bolts extending from the top. “Any idea what this is--no, of course not. It’s the mechanism by which you’ll tell me the truth among other things.” She held it up in front of my face. I could see the oval hole on one end. Dana unscrewed and removed the top. “Notice the interior--these ribs will hold you in place so there no slipping around. These sharp points will just hurt you even more. I think we should get started.” I watched in horror as she pulled my ball sac down and fitted the box over my scrotum. I thrashed around, but a hard squeeze of my balls paralyzed me. It was but a harbinger of things to come. She replaced the top and began to screw the wing bolts down. It wasn’t long before I felt my balls squeezed. The pain was terrible. I screamed in agony. “I thought about gagging you, but nobody will hear you down here and I find your agony amusing. Care to change your story?” “No,” I gasped, “I’m telling you the truth. Hurting me won’t change that. Oh God…please!” “Gee, only a minute and you’re already pleading. My friend was ...

... right—four or five days of this and you’ll be completely destroyed. By the way, I know you’re telling the truth. I was only playing a game with you. I’m the one having an affair. I could just divorce you, but then I’d only get half of your fortune, maybe even less if my infidelity was made public. This way I’ll destroy you and get it all. I’ll be able to sell your company and make billions. Have fun…I’ll be back in an hour to tighten the screws again.” She laughed, walked out, and locked the heavy door. In seconds I was in total darkness—just me and the excruciating pain. It was unending; the pain cut through my body. I couldn’t imagine it being worse, but I was terribly wrong. Dana returned—she said it was an hour later; I had no idea being totally in the dark. She gave each screw a half turn. The points penetrated my scrotum, sticking straight into my tortured balls. I felt as though the pain had doubled. I screamed and screamed in my agony, thrashing wildly in my chains. Dana turned to go, but laughed and returned. “I’ll bet you thought it couldn’t get worse, didn’t you? That’s exactly what my ‘friend’ told me. Now watch this!” She brought two eyebolts from the table and screwed them into the bottom of the box. Dana made a show of picking up two weights at the end of short cables. I thought my balls would be torn from my body when she dropped them onto the eyebolts. I screamed even louder, if possible. She reached out and gripped my chin as she continued, “I’m having so much ...